User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20111026181738/@comment-3135907-20111026182721

A she-ferret named Claw steps into Gillid's tent. "Gillid, this weather c'd get worse, especially here," she says as they all go out on deck and look into the fog. "Good thing we slew those sentries," says Sliguld, pulling his holey black cloak closer. "They'd be hollerin' t' the four winds, might alert any Marlyfoxers in the area." The fox swishes his scraggly tail and scratches his chin with a grime-smeared nail thoughtfully. "It'll be a two-day journey back ter Mossflower, mate," says Gillid. "By der way, nice sword yew plundered there, Grimig. Give it `ere, let's `ave a look, `ey?"